Fragments Of Us [Completed]

Friends With Benefits🔞

Krit sat quietly in his dimly lit apartment, surrounded by the remnants of his earlier breakdown. He had cleaned up the broken glass, the scattered pillows, and everything else that bore the mark of his emotional outburst. On the surface, everything seemed back in order. But deep down, he knew he was far from fine.

The doorbell rang, cutting through the stillness of the night. Krit hesitated for a moment, not expecting anyone, but eventually walked over and opened the door. There stood Vel, looking disheveled, eyes glazed over as if he had been through his own emotional storm.

Before Krit could say a word, Vel stepped forward and kissed him-hard. The kiss was rough, desperate, and lacking any real tenderness. It wasn't the kiss Krit had imagined in the countless nights he had dreamt of this moment. This wasn't the kiss of someone in love.

Krit's heart raced, his mind struggling to process what was happening. He felt Vel's lips against his, but something inside him screamed that this wasn't right. After a long pause, Krit finally pushed Vel away, gasping for breath.

"Vel... what are you doing?" Krit asked, his voice shaky, eyes searching Vel's face for answers.

Vel looked away, his expression unreadable. "Can you have sex with me?" he said flatly, like it was nothing.

Krit was stunned. "What?"

Vel's voice was cold, detached. "I said, can you have sex with me?"

Krit stared at him, disbelief flooding his chest. "Why are you asking me that?"

Vel shrugged, his eyes still refusing to meet Krit's. "I don't know. Just do it. Don't get any ideas. Just have sex with me."

Krit's heart sank. The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He wanted to pull Vel close, to comfort him, to ask him what was really going on. But instead, he was left staring at the man he cared so deeply for, who seemed like a hollow shell of himself.

Vel stepped closer, his breath warm against Krit's neck. This time, Krit didn't stop him. He didn't want to. Despite everything, he kissed Vel back. But for Krit, this kiss was filled with everything he had always wanted to express-love, passion, care. His hands trembled as he ran them through Vel's hair, pulling him closer, trying to show him with every touch how much he truly meant to him.

But Vel's response was empty, mechanical. He wasn't here for love, for comfort. He was here to blow off steam, to numb whatever pain was raging inside of him. For Vel, this was just a way to escape.

Krit knew that. He could feel it in every movement, every kiss. But still, he couldn't stop. He wanted Vel too much, and even if this meant nothing to Vel, it meant everything to him.

For Vel, sex had always been an escape. He thought that maybe if he did this with Krit, things would somehow feel better. He could treat this like any other encounter, like a casual fling with no strings attached. A friends-with-benefits kind of deal. But even as he kissed Krit, something felt off, a gnawing feeling deep inside him that he couldn't shake.

Krit, on the other hand, was falling deeper into confusion and pain. He could sense that Vel wasn't really with him, wasn't feeling the same way. But he couldn't pull away. Not now.

In that moment, they were both lost, both hurting, but neither of them could say it out loud. Krit's heart broke as he realized that, for Vel, this wasn't love. And yet, he kissed him again, because it was all he had.

They began undressing each other, the air between them heavy with confusion and desire. Vel was quick, almost frantic in his movements, like he was trying to outrun whatever was haunting him. When their clothes hit the floor, Vel took control, pushing Krit onto the couch with a force that was almost brutal.